I will be reading 2 poems about how from the front seat of my yellow cab I have been driving New York City crazy for 30 years.

Three Rooms Press presents The Monthly at Cornelia Street Cafe



Labor Par-tay!

A Look at All Things Labor: The Party, The Job, The Birth of a New Creation



Friday, September 5, 6 pm

Cornelia Street Cafe 29 Cornelia Street (between W. 4th…

It was a cold night in November 1983, and I was in the middle of my 12-hour night shift driving a yellow cab in NYC.

Coming down Broadway in upper Manhattan, four people flagged me down. Three jumped in the back and one into the front, never a good plan from the perspective of the driver. The passenger in the front said: “Can you hurry up and get to Times Square?” and promised to take care of me when we arrived –- a…